"Stay your hand!"
Just as Shi Zhongyu's skull was held tightly by Dao Mei's five fingers, ready to end his life with just a bit more force, an unexpected voice suddenly rang out from the room, saving the pitiful life of Shi Zhongyu, who had no skills or knowledge whatsoever.
The one who spoke out was Ye Weiming!
With her right hand still gripping Shi Zhongyu's scalp tightly, Dao Mei turned to Ye Weiming with confusion: "Why does it sound like an insult when it came from your mouth? What do you mean by 'stay your hand'?"
"Don't sweat the small stuff," Ye Weiming took a step forward, patted Dao Mei's shoulder and said, "Spare those who can be spared. As abhorrent as his actions were, they did not warrant death. Mild punishment should suffice. There is no need to completely annihilate him."
???
Dao Mei stared blankly at Ye Weiming. She was seriously suspecting that she was hearing things.
